You Should Be Glad Goku Isn't Here After Beating Him Like This!

"What?"

When Krillin saw that massive figure charging toward him, fear instantly gripped his heart.

Fortunately, his years of combat experience had not come from nowhere.

He reacted quickly, raising his right elbow in hopes of at least blocking the blow before him.

Crack!

It was as if lightning flashed through the city.

Electricity crackled around Nappa's body. Driven by rage, he had pushed his strength to the fullest, and the sight alone was enough to fill one with dread.

His massive body crushed forward like a tank, and buildings collapsed wherever he passed.

Thankfully, most of the city's residents had already fled. Otherwise, no one knew how many people would have been turned into pulp by such a simple charge!

In that split second.

Nappa slammed brutally into Krillin.

Their auras collided fiercely, as though the ground around them were about to tear apart, but the deadlock did not last long.

In an instant, Krillin was forcibly knocked back, his forearm flying through the air.

Blood immediately splattered across the ground.

"Ah!"

Krillin's scream rang out through the city.

"Die, Earthling!"

Nappa finally had an outlet for his rage, making him appear even more vicious as he moved to finish off the little bald man.

"Krillin!"

Although Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu in the distance had both noticed that something was wrong.

They were simply too far away, and they still had to deal with the Saibamen's attacks. They could not spare any attention for Krillin.

"Damn it, Krillin has already died once. If he dies again this time, he can't be revived!"

Seeing Krillin's arm get broken so easily, Yamcha's eyes turned bloodshot as he prepared to rush over regardless of everything.

But Saibamen were surrounding him as well.

"Chitter chitter chitter!"

Several Saibamen shrieked nearby. They had clearly marked Yamcha as prey and launched attack after attack.

Yamcha kept unleashing blasts, yet he could not break free from their encirclement.

He could only watch helplessly as Nappa closed in on Krillin.

Yet just as Nappa was about to strike Krillin, Krillin's figure vanished instantly. Nappa's pursuing punch smashed forward, and a hundred-story building ahead collapsed with a thunderous crash!

Rumble—!

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, causing the helicopters already buffeted by the wind to sway even more violently.

But Nappa looked around in confusion.

He knew that his punch had missed. That noseless, bald little runt had vanished at the final moment, but he could not understand how the other man had suddenly disappeared.

That Namekian was already fighting Prince Vegeta. Could there really be someone capable of saving a person right under his nose?

Suddenly.

It was as if he sensed something, and he turned to look diagonally above him.

There, Son Gohan floated in the air, holding Krillin with one hand as he examined the wound where his arm had been severed.

Bright red blood continued dripping down!

Krillin looked at where he was, then at Son Gohan holding him up. Gratitude appeared in his eyes. "Thank you, Gohan. I never thought... hiss!"

Even as he spoke, intense pain shot through his arm.

Though he had experienced countless battles, that kind of pain was still difficult to endure.

Son Gohan merely nodded softly. He had not expected that a brief lapse in attention toward the Saibamen would lead Krillin into Tien Shinhan's fate.

He could only say that he had been a little careless, and Nappa's title as the Blade God was far too fitting.

Only now did he truly realize that, aside from himself and Uncle Piccolo, who had undergone special training, the others simply could not stand against the Saiyans.

Just one move had directly broken Krillin's forearm. If the battle continued, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Krillin. I didn't notice sooner..."

Son Gohan felt somewhat guilty. He could have prevented this, but in the end, his combat experience was still lacking.

"Haha, what are you talking about, Gohan? I haven't even thanked you for saving me yet..."

Krillin smiled when he saw Son Gohan like this, but when he saw that massive figure rising into the air, his smile abruptly vanished.

He had already experienced that Saiyan's strength firsthand. That was simply not an opponent he could handle.

Unless everyone attacked together, they might still have had a bit of hope.

But there was more than one enemy. The possibility of joining forces had been impossible from the very start!

Nappa glared viciously at Son Gohan and shouted, "Hey, brat, what was that just now?"

Son Gohan glanced at him, then slowly descended onto the roof of a tall building. Setting Krillin down beside him, he asked, "Uncle Krillin, can you still move on your own?"

"I can!"

Krillin had wanted to suggest that they attack together, but seeing Son Gohan's expression reminded him of Goku. For some reason, he placed his trust in him.

"Good. Get as far away as you can. Leave this to me!"

As he spoke, he had already turned around, his eyes fixed on Nappa in the sky.

Nappa still had not realized the severity of the situation. He only felt that this low-class warrior's son was being far too bold, daring to ignore him. He spoke again, "Hmph, you dare ignore me like this? Even if you're a Saiyan, I won't show you mercy!"

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced back at Raditz.

Though he had fought alongside Raditz before, that did not mean he would give that coward any face.

Son Gohan said nothing. His figure slowly rose into the air, his purple martial arts uniform fluttering continuously in the wind.

"Gohan..."

From behind, Krillin stared fixedly at Son Gohan, seeming to have forgotten his own pain.

He felt that Gohan now possessed an indescribable aura.

He had only ever felt that from Goku.

Combined with how Gohan had saved him in an instant earlier, a guess had formed in his heart—little Gohan possessed strength far beyond theirs!

Having realized this, he could not even spare a thought for the pain, only staring intently at the scene ahead.

"You dared beat Uncle Krillin up like this. You should be thankful my dad isn't here!"

Son Gohan stared straight at Nappa and finally said those words.

Nappa did not understand what Son Gohan meant at all. He merely froze for a moment before saying, "Kakarot is only a low-class warrior. You don't really think he can beat me, do you?"

As though he had said something especially impressive, he pointed his thumb at himself. "You should know... I'm a high-class warrior from a distinguished family!"

Son Gohan saw him make that gesture.

He no longer hesitated. His figure flashed in an instant, directly closing to within a foot of Nappa.

Nappa still had his thumb pointed at himself when he discovered that his opponent was already right before him. At such a distance, he did not even have time to use any technique.

And his opponent did not wait for him to do anything.

The next instant.

A fist as large as a sandbag slammed viciously into Nappa's abdomen like a heavy hammer.